As a perennial here
I’ve grown and died
with reasonably quiet roots
learnt colloquial voices
that let me pass in these beds
But frothing coasts,
shattered hand held heights,
cool plains of forever
and cobbled nooks
magnetise more with life
So bring me the horizon,
you wild world
and release me of my soil
commitments
so I can continue
Aug 26, 2021
Aug 26, 2021 at 3:16 PM UTC
As a perennial here
I’ve grown and died
with reasonably quiet roots
learnt colloquial voices
that let me pass in these beds
But frothing coasts,
shattered hand held heights,
cool plains of forever
and cobbled nooks
magnetise more with life
So bring me the horizon,
you wild world
and release me of my soil
commitments
so I can continue
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